Foolish Teeth

Ugh. Wisdom teeth suck. They should all go die. The good news is, they no longer hurt as much today! If I had written this yesterday it would be a long list of complaints about how hard it was to smile, and how much my jaw hurt, and so on and so on. Oh, and how I couldn't open my mouth very wide (still can't). Anyways, because it is no longer yesterday, instead of complaints, I shall document this momentous occasion in my life.

I had to wake up early yesterday so I could get ready and then go get my school pictures taken. They did appointments this year online, and so we already had done everything we needed to do online, so my mom thought it would be go in, get my picture taken, go out. Ha, silly mom. We had to wait for 45 minutes, because of the stupid appointment, instead of taking 15 minutes like we have in years past. Anyways, we just barely finished all that registration stuff in time to go to the oral surgeon's.

As John and I were waiting to get our foolish teeth extracted, I was nervously pacing the room, while he was sitting calmly in a corner. Finally one of the assistants came and asked which of us wanted to go first, so I shot my hand up in the air. Apparently, this is quite out of the usual, and normally the sister makes the brother go first. Eh, whatevs. They hooked me up to a heart rate monitor, and a blood pressure monitor, and hooked me up to an IV. The stupid hear rate monitor beeped with every beat of my heart, and it was really starting to get on my nerves. Then they gave me some stuff to relax me, and told me it would kick in within 30 seconds. I immediately started counting, but lost track at about 13. Then I was feeling all light headed and stuff, when they gave me some anesthetic...

Next thing I remember I was waking up. I was really surprised that my hands were folded in my lap, because they had been on the arm rests before my surgery. I kept trying to talk, but my whole mouth was numb, so it came out totally incoherent. I could feel my lip, though, and it felt like it was sticking out about 2 inches, so I kept trying to ask if it was, but no one could understand me. Finally they decided I was ready to stand up and go wait for John to come out from the anesthetic, so I stood up, and almost fell over. They had a wheelchair ready in case of something like this, but even though it was 1 foot away, I still almost fell over about 7 times before reaching it. I then got to wait for John to get up.

On the way home we stopped for shakes, and we ate them once we got home. We still couldn't feel anything in our mouths, so we were dribbling all over, but didn't know we were. We then both fell asleep on different couches for a couple hours. When I woke up, the anesthetic had worn off on half of my face, but not yet on the other half. It was one of the weirdest feelings ever. I tried smiling, and so I was able to smile on one side, but exactly halfway it turned into a droopy frown. I didn't see it, but it felt quite odd, and I was assured by my sister it looked that way too. Sometime during "Ratatouille" the anesthetic wore off and I was able to smile again! Yay! It just kinda hurt...But whatever.

I've been prescribed Lortab, but so far have been ok with just Motrin, which is basically really strong Ibuprofen. It's not totally pain free, but it feels much better today than it did yesterday. For now I'm just hoping I don't get an infection or a dry socket. A dry socket is where the blood clot protecting the hole somehow gets sucked away or something and leaves all the nerves exposed. Apparently it's incredibly painful.

So that's the deal with my wisdom teeth. Basically I despise them.